Both her companions followed her, laden with luggage, and Beaton, sensing instantly what had thus affected her humour, dropped his bag on the floor.
"It's the best there is here," he protested.

"Timmons has held it for you three days." "Oh, I think it is too funny, Ned," she exclaimed, staring around, and then flinging her wraps on the bed.

"Look at that mirror, will you, and those cracks in the wall?
Say, do I actually have to wash in that tin basin?
Lord! I didn't suppose there was such a place in the world.
Why, if this is the prize, what kind of a room have you got ?" "Tough enough," he muttered gloomily, "but you was so close with your money I had to sing low.

What was the matter with you, anyhow ?" "Sweetie wouldn't produce, or couldn't, rather.

He hasn't got his hands on much of the stuff yet.